grief

Senator John McCain: For the Greater Good

Arizona has had its share of elected officials who brought shame to the State in a national spotlight for years: Convicted felon and openly...

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Going to the Chapel

The last time I had been there was not for death,but for marriage, vows spoken and witnessed by all That was the last time I saw those...

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Most Days

Most days I am not pretty- Too many things gone wrong to be pretty- Anything but pretty- I’m not a flower in your vase- I’m the one...

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Perhaps

Perhaps she would drop a few ice cubes into her glass of wine, staying for a bit after picking up her grandson, my son, from basketball...

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Dare Devil

I came to you, always wishing for your love approval I rode winds, flying over time just to be by your side wishing for more time love I...

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Tucking In

We stood on the hillside, the early July sun warm, the notes of Danny Boy on the bagpipes lingered in the blue air.  It was not like...

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GRIEVING

Ghosts of past deaths crowd my consciousness as I face yet another loss, a slipping away of another friend and brother. Each time we face...

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Today is the Day

Today is the last day of my life. It was inevitable, and I had accepted it. In fact, I had embraced it. I was almost looking forward it. I...

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Post-Holiday Grief: No More Christmases

On December 3, 2015, my parents – at 73 years of age – moved to Los Angeles, from New York City. The city they had lived in,...

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Not Your Daughter

my father never saw me smoke he didn’t see the way the clouds come out of my mouth and make beautiful shapes in the sultry sky between me...

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Monsoon Season: A Memoir

In Phoenix, it seems as if you can see forever on the desert floor without mountains to block the view. The flat geography provides a...

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Aleppo at Christmas 2016

The age of miracles pretending to be this wonderful illusion wanting to see our hearts depths and story lines wanting to leave the eyes and...

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Why Did You Kill My Sister?

“To rise, first you must burn.” ― Hiba Fatima Ahmad Dear Mike, When you were alive, I never quite knew the day of your birthday. Kay...

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Breathe

Breathe. The simple act of pulling the world in and swallowing. When I was a kid, I used to hold my breath underwater for 74 seconds. I...

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In a Laundry Room on Virgin Gorda

I was on Virgin Gorda, ashore at 8:00 a.m. doing my last loads of laundry before the trip south. Out of the wash and into the dryers, I was...

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Algorithms Of The Heart

I have a healthy heart; it beats it pumps it has yet to let me down. I know that I am fortunate because of this. But then my heart broke....

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Grief: Whose Business is it?

“So Your Mom Died 2 Years Ago? It’s Time To Move On.” In October of 1986, when I was 11 – my mother’s father died. My...

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Dear Sir

“There was a flower in her heart, it just needed more room to bloom, and when she let it free, she showed the world that sometimes...

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Chocolate Melted Hearts

I’m a rainbow sprinkles twist kind of girl, or BlackBerry Ice Cream straight from the dairy farm. So when exactly, at what precise...

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I Have Three Children

The question I dread the most as a grieving mother is; “How many children do you have?” It’s not that I don’t know how to...

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Right Here

The April Mom died, I resisted going East, believing that if I didn’t go, she wouldn’t die. I did not want her spry, wise, funny light...

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Free Bird

He had already locked the front door so she couldn’t escape, couldn’t open her cage. Perhaps he uttered a prayer to whomever murderers...

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Never Heard From You Again

Once he was gone... once my world came to a screeching HALT... you were gone with everyone else - and it was silent.

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Peaches

i know, at least, that she was ripe full of not a hardened pit like me for so long but hopes that began and ended seven times over

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The Heart Always Wants to Keep Beating

By the way, in case you didn’t know, one can live with half a heart, half a soul. Yes, the blood still flows thru veins, the legs still...

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He Was A Man Of Few Words

I was in Target today and purposely ignored the huge display of Father’s Day cards. These days they seem to appear right after...

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